Monthly Archives: January 2013

Last weekend I went on a vacation with my family. I know these very nice people who have a house called a condo that they don’t always live in and they let us sleep there. It was sooo much fun. I got to climb up and down their stairs and I found all the pens and gave them to Mom and I got to sleep in a bed like a big person. We also went on a bus ride and saw some big blocks of snow and lots of people. PS if you look at the last picture very closely you can see that inside my mouth are some new teeth that have been poking me. They hurt my mouth so mom has to make things extra fun so I forget to hit my head and say “ow” all the time.

After almost everyone was well again we had one day to go out and have fun. So I went to the National Western Stock Show. That’s where they have things like Rodeo Clowns and Horses and Pigs and Goats. We watched the rodeo clown, Oliver said he was going to hide from the bulls, but all he did was pull a hamster out of a french horn. I didn’t think his jokes were very funny. We went to look at the animals, but I didn’t get to pet any of them. The line was very long to get to the animals that liked to have you touch them. I watched some of the horses go by, but I couldn’t see them jump. I was too short to see over the rail. We played dress up, but the only thing they had for playing dress up was hats and the first hat I had on totally clashed with my outfit. Plus I DO NOT LIKE HATS. Mom says they make me 10% cuter so she’s always trying to put them on me. Overall it was a good day. I got to hang out with Mom and Oliver and Max and I had a nap and lunch. Then I played with Dad and Sarah and Corey. Those are my favorite kind of days.

People have been calling me Typhoid Sylvie lately. I think they should just be glad that I’m good at sharing. It all started when I didn’t feel good one night and there was this icky stuff in my mouth and I didn’t know why and I kept trying to wipe it off my tongue. It was not fun. I guess I shared it though, because the next day I didn’t get to play with my friends Max and Oliver because they were in bed. Then Dad, then Corey, then Mom, then Ryan (Oliver and Max’s Dad). I don’t think anybody liked it very much, so next time I will not share. I don’t really like the name Typhoid Sylvie very much anyway.

I am just like the people we watch on TV. I wear my orange shirt and I kick my ball. They all wear orange shirts and sometimes they kick a ball too. My ball is prettier though, it has ladybugs on it. Their ball is just brown and kind of shaped funny. Maybe mom yells at them because they’re using the wrong ball… she was not very happy with the people on TV when we finished watching them last Saturday. I would let them use my ball next time so mom doesn’t have to be upset.

I went with mom and dad to Farmington. That’s where Grandma Kim and Grandpa Rick live. I like them because they give me sweet crackers whenever I ask for them. If you don’t know what a cracker is, it’s anything that goes in your mouth. Like stuff out of a cup or off a plate. Those are all ‘cracker’. Grandma Kim always gives me the best crackers with lots of sugar. She lets me play with her toys too. She says the toys are for Fozzie, her dog, but he is good at sharing. I played with her butter churn and looked out all her windows, then I helped Grandpa Rick deliver crackers to all the neighbors. Dad taught me how to play cards and I learned some other new games like going down stairs. I can’t wait to go back, Grandma and Grandpa are so fun!